Alternate ending: FMA 2003 anime.
It has been 3 years, 4 months and 5 days since my youngest subordinate sacrificed his life to save his younger brother's. Edward had tried his best; he attempted to use a philosopher stone in exchange for Alphonse's body. However, it wasn't equivalent exchange and Ed instead, lost his life. Since then, the once lively Alphonse had been grieving, mourning for the elder Elric. No matter how many times Winry had comforted him, telling him that Edward would have wanted him to live on, he simply wasn't capable of becoming the happy person he once was.
I gave myself the assignment of watching over him, having given up my dream to become fuhrer in order to avenge Maes Hughes, my best friend. Contrast to popular belief, I sincerely cared about Edward and viewed myself as the father figure in the Elric brother's lives. Each and every night, I would watch Alphonse lay in bed, with wide-open terrified eyes, distant, as in remembering the once happy times he and his brother once had. He would unconsciously fall asleep and exactly 2 hours later, would wake up screaming: 'Brother!' A scream accompanied with insane eyes, revealing the horror of Edward dying, over and over again.
In the morning, there would be severely dark circles around his eyes, red to the brim, as if he had been crying in his sleep. He was like a robot: he barely spoke at all, and if he did, it would be in a monotone. He went through his daily life, as if in a trance, eyes cloudy, trapped in the past. I would quietly tail him, apologizing for his odd behaviour.
He would wake up at exactly 8am, walk to school (Yes, I forced him to go to school and paid for the school fees), go through his classes in a dream-like state, not answering to anybody, apart from me, Winry and Pinako, walk back home, slam the study room door and study. He studied alchemy, desperate to get his brother back…desperate enough to try human transmutation once more. It was my job to prevent him from committing the taboo. Several times, I had caught him drawing a suspicious transmutation circle, muttering 'Water 35L, Carbon 20L, Ammonia 4L.…'
But one day, one horrifying day, while I was down eating breakfast, there came a loud 'Bang!' Startled, my heart in my mouth, I rushed up the stairs, only to comfirm my suspicions: Alphonse Elric was dead. He had transmuted a gun, put it to his head and shot. He was exactly 10 centimetres away from the study door, 4 feet away from the crowded desk. The exact position the Elder Elric had been when we found him.
A humourless smile crossed my face, how ironic. Alphonse had never seen the position in which his brother died in, but somehow, he had managed to die on that exact spot.
It has been 6 years, 10 months and 27 days since the elder Elric performed the forbidden and lost his life. Edward, Alphonse, I hope you know how much we all miss you.
